Missed Connections

An old notebook, pages worn and stained,

crumpled flyers whispering chances unclaimed.

If only I’d trusted the voice in my heart,

so many paths lost where indecision tore apart.

I flipped through the echoes of what could have been,

each line a reminder, each word a quiet sin.

A job in the city, just waiting for me,

but fear wrapped its fingers too tightly to see.

Now time’s a thief, carrying dreams to the night,

and I sit with regrets, tucked away from the light.